However, things did not go as smoothly as they had anticipated. Emily found herself cornered in the lobby of the Hilton Hotel. Mr. Satan had gone to park the car in the underground garage, leaving her to head upstairs alone. But to her surprise, Logan Morgan was waiting for her in the lobby. Logan Morgan, still dressed in his usual suit, greeted her with a warm, paternal smile. He blocked her path with confidence. "Emily." Emily frowned, taking a step back to maintain some distance. The image of him choking Grace in the alley still haunted her. Logan Morgan smiled again, maintaining his calm and affable demeanor. "Don’t be afraid. I’m your father; I won't hurt you. I must have startled you by showing up so suddenly." Emily glanced around. The hotel lobby was bustling as usual, with people coming and going, but no one seemed to notice them. "What are you doing here?" "My daughter," Logan Morgan said with a feigned tenderness. "You moved out of the house without telling me. I know everything that happened. Grace and Sophia have been making things difficult for you, constantly harming you. I failed to protect you. But don't worry, I’ve kicked them out of the house. I'll divorce Grace soon. You're about to get married; you shouldn't be staying in a hotel. Come back home. Your fiancé can visit you there." Emily sneered inwardly. So this was his plan. Given Mr. Morgan's usual tactics, he wouldn't miss the opportunity to announce to everyone that he was soon to be part of the Norman family. Emily was surprised. Logan Morgan mistreated Grace because of her. How amusing. "Alright, listen to me. Pack your things and come home with me." Behind Logan Morgan stood a man in his thirties, also in a suit and glasses. Despite the glasses, his eyes revealed his cunning and scheming nature. "Sister, Mr. Morgan has been very worried about you." "Sister?" Emily raised an eyebrow. "You're calling me sister?" "Yes," the man smiled obsequiously. "You’re Mr. Morgan's daughter. I’m two years older than you, so I should call you sister." Emily disliked the term. "Are you his student?" "Yes, yes, I’m Bobby, Mr. Morgan's student. I'm currently a PhD candidate." Emily shook her head. "Sorry, I only have a high school diploma. I can't compare to a PhD student." Logan Morgan's face grew stern. "Emily, is that how you speak to Bobby?" "And how should I speak?" Emily glanced at him coldly. "Mr. Morgan, you said it yourself: I'm adopted. You took me in out of pity; we have no blood relation. You don't need to waste your time with me. As for Grace, what does your divorce have to do with me? I didn't know I was important enough to affect a marriage of over twenty years." Logan Morgan reached out to grab Emily, but she quickly dodged, making her rejection clear. "Mr. Morgan, if you touch me again, I'll call the police!" The threat froze Logan Morgan's hand in mid-air. His smile vanished as he took a deep breath and forced a smile. "Emily, I know you resent me... you resent me for abandoning you and your mother, but... I had my reasons... I know I was wrong. Blood ties can't be denied. You're my daughter, that's a fact." Emily wanted to laugh. "If I weren't marrying Vincent, would that fact still be a fact?" "You’re angry, you hate me, and I understand. I failed as a father, so it's natural for you to blame me. But Emily, marriage is not something to joke about. Vincent is a good man, and Meggie likes you so much. If you marry into the Norman family, I’ll be at ease, and your mother would be happy too..." "Don’t mention my mother!" Emily's anger flared, cutting him off abruptly. Her sudden outburst startled Logan Morgan and Bobby, and even some bystanders in the lobby glanced over. Logan Morgan quickly put on his kind face again, gently coaxing Emily. "Don’t be angry. You're pregnant; sit down and rest for a bit..." "No need," Emily took a deep breath and lowered her voice so only the three of them could hear. "You know how my mother died. You don't deserve to be a father or a husband. Logan Morgan, I remember my mother’s revenge. You and Grace won't escape!" Logan Morgan's face turned pale instantly. "Emily, how can you speak to Mr. Morgan like that? He’s your father..."Emily glared at him. "Stay out of this and shut your mouth." "Hey, you..." "Bobby!" Logan Morgan interrupted, his brows furrowing tightly. "This is a family matter; you don’t need to get involved. Go back to the company. Mr. Taylor isn't feeling well; handle the matters there." Bobby obediently nodded. "Alright, I’ll head back to the company. You’re family, and there’s no conflict that can’t be resolved. As long as you understand each other, everything will be fine." Understand each other? Emily lowered her gaze. As long as it concerned Logan Morgan, she would never understand him. In her 26 years, she had seen Sophia's ingratitude, Carol's malice and stupidity, but she had never encountered someone as despicable as Logan Morgan. The saddest part was that she had his blood running through her veins. What a joke. "Emily," Logan Morgan's expression darkened. "What do you know?" "I know everything I should know," Emily replied. "Or is there something else you want to add, Mr. Morgan?"